Today was not good.
I can't do anything right.
I am about to have a narcolepsy fit right here
And fall asleep at the keyboard.
I had stuff I wanted to do tonight.
My parents just got home from a party.
Meaning, I couldn't get anything done.
Babysitting.
Saturday will be, basically, an extension of Friday.
Work, work, work.
Remember when I was so stressed I began to make myself ill?
I think it's happening again.
I don't want to do anything but sleep.
I'm forgetting everything important.
I'm forgetting everything.
I am just awfully upset.
Over everything that is nothing.
My life is one calendar-mess of small failures, punctuated only by fleeting moments of slight happiness.
(Yeah, angsty teenager, sure, fine.)
There is so much to do,
And the hours are so limited.
There isn't enough time in the day
To allow myself to just collapse.
And give in for a little bit.
Too much too do for that.
Too many things to regrettably fail at,
Too many things to study for.
I want to know when it's my turn to make the rules.
Because right now, I am at the utter mercy of everyone but myself.
May as well just fall to my knees now and kiss someone's feet,
Save myself some much needed time.
I wanted to say something about that guy.
But love is a cliche within itself,
And I think we're both above cliches.
But not so much so that I won't remind you:
I
L
oveY
ou.
Goodnight.
Adieu.
Time to sleep away what could have been.
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